Just A Question
There was this third planet from a minor star,
Just hanging out there in the vast void of space.
Green and blue, a spheroid somehow hanging there—
A species that called itself “Man” the Master Race.
It was a world of wondrous beauty; at least it was at first,
Fresh water flowing down the purple mountains to the woodlands;
And the great forests that supported life, and supplied the air for which we thirst;
The land was fertile and the crops were raised to feed the roving bands.
But man is never satisfied with a simple life, he must grow beyond his means;
If it causes wars or destroys the planet, it’s a risk he’s willing to bequeath.
In the last 100 years we’ve gone from the horse and buggy to beyond all human dreams—
Ruining miles of old growth forest, and how many species are now extinct?
And people always are blaming God, but tell me, what would you do—
If everyone one decided to no longer believe in you?
Pendragon
© 3/23/07